Home again for the moment, and happy to be back…
As always, time on the road has added texture and color to my perspective, and concrete conclusion to recently nebulous reasoning…
This world is a shaky place… And my heart cries for those who have nothing else to call their own.
Apart from God, existence may be ours for a time, but we do not possess life.
With Him, we cannot lose…
As sure as the sun will rise, tomorrow He will be waiting to offer me a new gift, and by His grace, I will be ready to receive it…
I know the hand that holds my future…
As always, time on the road has added texture and color to my perspective, and concrete conclusion to recently nebulous reasoning…
This world is a shaky place… And my heart cries for those who have nothing else to call their own.
Apart from God, existence may be ours for a time, but we do not possess life.
With Him, we cannot lose…
As sure as the sun will rise, tomorrow He will be waiting to offer me a new gift, and by His grace, I will be ready to receive it…
I know the hand that holds my future…
